Brigit
Brigit was dozing in their bed, her head draped over Megan’s thigh, when her nose woke her, issuing an urgent all-points bulletin.
Cheese! Someone’s got cheese!
Brigit raised her head and pricked her ears. Sure enough, she heard the siren call of plastic wrap crinkling. She leaped off the bed and ran to answer the call, her paws sliding on the flooring as she careened around the corner into the kitchen. Their housemate Frankie stood at the counter, a slice of processed cheese in her hand.
Frankie looked down at Brigit. “Can’t get anything past you, can I?”
Brigit wasn’t sure what Frankie’s words meant, but she knew her odds of getting some cheese were better if she wagged her tail and sat down obediently. Humans were suckers. She plunked her hindquarters down on the floor. Cheese me! Now!
Frankie pulled the refrigerator open, reached into the drawer, and snagged another slice of cheese, tearing it into strips for Brigit and hand-feeding them to her. When she finished, she gave Brigit’s ears a nice scratch.
Yep. Humans are total suckers.